One morning, I woke up to the smell of fried onions and the unmistakable clatter of my mother-in-law in the kitchen, already taking over the day before I could even open my eyes. Living with her was supposed to be temporary, but as her ‘care’ seeped into every corner of my marriage, I felt myself disappearing. This is my story of learning to speak up for myself and fighting for my family’s right to its own peace and boundaries.